I don't know how you folks all feel about visiting your parents (if indeed, you have parents to visit, still living, or still spoken to, or maybe a place where you feel close to your parents when they've left this earth), but my visits are sometimes fraught -- with old gripes, old wounds, old patterns that just won't be. But age can be a great ( Read more... )

Okay, I'll be the very first to admit that I've been utterly absent. It hasn't been my fault, okay? We can all blame a little Armenian man named Yousuf Karsh for that. He has taken over my life wholesale (not discount, not high-end -- WHOLESALE) and reduced my LJ-ing-ness to mere yammerings (when applicable) and (mostly) silences ( Read more... )